Chapter 1
The sun had barely rose above the mountain peaks. Princess Devondra was sleeping silently in her soft, silky sheets.
It may seem she was comfy, but she was no where near it.
When she was a child, a drunken man had threw a sword and scarred, her back. Devondra was alone when it happened. She hasn't told anyone.
The worse part was that the sword that hit her, was a magician's sword. So the sword left a spell inside her. The spell was a curse, whenever she got angry, or sad, or in love the scar split open in pain. The curse also made her have horrible dreams.
Devondra never loved, got angry or sad, since. Well she has every once in a while. And she had strange dreams, every night.
Devondra woke up. She had dreamt of death. Corpses lying all around her. Cold and emotionless.
Devondra, still lying on her side, stared blankly at a picture, on her nightstand.
The picture was of her and her mother, Queen Jasmine. The picture was taken a year before she died.
Here is some of a book I'm writing. It is called "Chronicles of Pensulk: The Scar"?
sounds like an interesting story, but the wording could be better. keeping working on it!
Reply:Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I'm sorry to say but my story is going to be better. I've just got to find an answer for the title!
Oh, yeah. Here's my e-mail addresses.
beautyandthebeastluvr@hotmail.com
beautyandthebeastluvr@yahoo.ca
Reply:Is this some sort of romance or tragedy, since you told us about the spell.
It does sound nice though.4/5 stars.
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